54 hours
"You're back," Dylan grinned widely as I entered the room I'd become so accustomed to and had might as well call home until he leaves.
"You seem surprised?" I chuckled, plonking myself down in the same torn armchair I slept in every night.
"I didn't expect you to be here again that's all," he shrugged.
"Oh, I am sorry if my company bores you,"
"You could never bore me Lola," he smiled, a sight that never failed to brighten my day, make my hearts skip a beat and melt simultaneously, "Never in a million years,"
"Well Dylan I am honoured," I chuckled, my hand holding my chest, "Now, do you want to hear another story or did you want to walk around the hospital gardens for a while? You've been cooped up in here for so long I think getting out would do some good,"
He sighed with what sounded like great relief and urgency to get moving, "Oh my god out please I'm dying in this same dreary room, staring at the same four walls,"
"Hey no dying jokes Dyl!" I pointed my finger at him accusingly.
"Sorry sorry I know, it's not funny considering the accident but it's so boring in here, please help me escape for a while," he pouted like a child, his bottom lip protruding, "You can tell me a story while we walk the gardens?"
"Ah ahhh, no walking for you, if Lola's taking you out into the garden grounds it's in a wheelchair mister," the same nurse who'd looked after Dylan since his admittance chuckled, appearing in the doorway with a wheelchair in front of her.
An audible groan escaped Dylan as he eyed the contraption, "Really? I'll look like an incapable grandpa, everyone will assume I have catheter too I bet!"
"Hey Dyl, you know if this is the only condition to you being allowed out, I'd take it honey, they probably won't be this nice again," I nudged him slightly, trying to get him to quit his whining and accept this one time opportunity i had managed to get them to allow us.
"It's true, you're lucky she's persistent and wouldn't take no for an answer," the nurse laughed, wheeling the chair over to Dylan to help him out of the bed for what would be the first time since the accident.
"I'll be waiting by the vending machine ok?" I smiled, leaving the room with my backpack hoisted on to my shoulders.
Dylan's POV
"You're lucky to have her young man, you know that right?" My nurse paused for a while, adjusting the foot holders on the wheelchair, quickly glancing up to observe my reaction, "Whether you know who she is to you or not is irrelevant right now,"
"I know, she's been amazing and I can't thank her enough but I feel awful not knowing exactly who she is,"
"I don't think you do know honey. You know she's amazing I'm sure but just not exactly how amazing though," the nurse stood up and took the handles, leading the way out of my tiny prison and down the halls, "I won't say too much or begin telling you things that aren't my place to say. But as long as you know and realise that she's been the only person who's been here non stop since you were rushed in here two and a half weeks ago on deaths door, that's what matters. She's been here, by your side through it all,"
As her words sank in, I realised the truth in them. Lola has visited every day without fail, she's slept in that uncomfortable chair night after night, she's here when I woke up after each medicated sleep and was even her here when I woke up the first time following the accident.
She was here when I rushed in after the accident.
I need to recover my lost memories, I need to remember who Lola is.
Not just for me though, I need to remember because I can see it's killing her too.
Me not knowing who I am, nor her, that's killing Lola inside and it's killing me to see it.
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
